Earlier today, while I was wandering boisterously around the apartment, AmitheFriend dragged me back from the latter half of the apartment.
Curious, of course, I drag out of her the reason: You can’t go back there! Colin has a girl in his room!
Naturally, my circumspection for Colin knows no bounds. I was going to stop and quietly sit in my room, waiting for her exit, but pondered enough to ask the subsequent question, as I hadn’t seen *anyone* come through the door, nor Colin going out…
“What makes you sure there’s a girl back there?”
She points to the front entrance. Those shoes there!
They’re mine. Size 13 black skater-type monstrosities.
I asked Colin about it just now. Whether he’d go for someone who had shoes like mine. “Well… she might be hot!”
His huge feet have overtaken his resolve, then.
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